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on the track
Hoes be on my dick but I say fuck them, I can't get attached
All my exes fell in love with me because they loved my raps
I know she said to keep
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
expenses[00:41.98]Essential fashion for the winter wit newer lenses[00:45.16]Don't go on dates I can't be tender for none these bitches[00:48.64]Hit my estate and then I bender
you tonight)
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller!
Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough ooh!
Lovely is the feelin' now
Fever, temperatures
you had something and I couldn't grab it
Perception twisted by visions of lavish living no practice
Will get me where I need to get out this gutter
I'm
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
heart thawing,
Swarmed by them boys in a Taurus, he got a warrant..
(Damn.. Unreal. Snake can’t stay out the cage long enough to get killed.. I guess
of the Broncos
Or LeBron so I blew her car up
Soon as she try to start it up, nah
I can’t talk about that though
Your chance is thin like the
Moustache of Puerto
of me[00:13.98]I think you know[00:15.16]I think you've grown[00:16.53]I'd put you on[00:17.82]I think you burglaring[00:19.18]But I think you gold[00:20.53]For what
you stuck in the past
It's like I'm never enough enough enough enough for you
I'm tryna get you right bae, I'm tryna keep you by my side bae
You looking
buy me a home
Sittin crispy being in a tank by a jet ski
Why you don't like me
'cause I get down like the Isley's
A true ghetto star satisfying your
Ooo la la
You gave me some of that thing
Ooo la la
I fell in love with that thing
Ooo la la
Can't get enough of that thing
Ooo la la
I'm
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more son, you want to get some
Rush the door on a store, pick up the album
You know the rhythm,
picking up, picking up
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet
Gon' eat it up
never get the pass graded
I know the best but I focus on the bad angles Tell me what my last name is
I’ve been up since ‘98
But I still need my sleep
now[05:08.85]Too far gone I can't come done[05:10.80]I just wanna whip, tax, run, get in fights[05:13.34]Know you see drip that my dad gon' supply[05:15.62]You don't
chosen[03:44.33]Grindin'[03:45.71]Grindin'[03:46.84]But the return seems to be never yielding[03:49.96]It's fine to reminisce[03:50.90]But I can't get stuck tryin to relive it[03:52.63]My styles are
up, up
Will I ever get enough (Will I ever get enough)
Will I ever be enough (Will I ever be enough)
Will I ever hang it up (Will I, Will I)
Will I ever
Shannon with Larry we talking and planning
I hope that by leaving me stranded you knew I would manage get high and get off this planet
Hit for 80 I'm doing
There's a system we all must follow
If we wanna get ahead
Some men are strong enough to make it
And others are just too afraid
But mama told me
I can't get enough
No I can't enough, enough, enough
Don't just count the hours (We making it ours)
'Cause I just feel like I don't wanna stop
This
the mic
Get the crowd hype
Make 'em wanna fight
You see the rhymes I construct
Flows I conduct (say what?)
It messed up the party like somebody got
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